Cheerleaders Free 2

Then she slipped off her right
shoe and she wiggled her toes and arched her instep very suggestively.
Soon he noticed she was eyeing him as well and their eyes locked for
several intense moments. Vanessa Carter was used to the hungering
stares from boys ever since she'd been an over developed twelve. In
high school she'd banged around quite a bit. She had no inhibitions
as far as she knew but she'd come from the Deep South and down there
white boys weren't generally allowed or interested. Sure, sure
segregation had been supposedly done away with but you couldn't
legislate morality. There was something different in this white boy's
eyes. She could see a consuming hunger in them along with kindness and
perhaps a smidgen of respect. He looked sixteen or seventeen to her
although she knew he had to be eighteen at least. The interested white
boy had very attractive and deep gray eyes, a ready smile accented by
an adorable dimple, light brown hair and a slim yet solid build. She
was thinking to herself how big his dick was and if he knew how to use
it. Well maybe she'd give the white boy a chance to find out. She'd
never had a white boy before and it might be a lot of fucking fun. She
gave him her most sexy, heart-rending smile. She almost laughed as his
mouth opened in awe. Her white teeth dazzled and her eyes shone, those
dark brown eyes that promised him everything, maybe. When the class
finally ended he broke the ice. His hands were sweaty and his throat
dry. Christ the black lynx was a walking wet fucking dream. He
didn't dare get up because he was harder than granite. "Good afternoon
miss. My name is Hal Rutledge what's yours?" She leaned towards him
and gave him her sexiest low voice, "Hi guy. I'm Vanessa Carter. I
camp out over the Addison dorm. I couldn't help noticin' you noticin'
me." She waited for him to reply. She could see he was nervous and
she found that sweet. At least he had manners and that was a
refreshing change. He looked at her and croaked, "I'd like to get to
know you better Vanessa. You've hit me like a ton of bricks." She
liked that. It was a new line at least for her. It was quite a bit
more subtle than "Do ya wanna get laid babe?" She asked, "Does my
color make ya nervous?" Hal for just a moment seemed to get a lot
older. His reply made her feel much more comfortable. "Vanessa I'm
hoping it won't make any difference to you. I think our country has
had too much racism and it's time it came to an end." They walked out
of the classroom hand in hand and she whispered in his ear, "I'm not
blind Hal. Ya look at me like ya wanna really do me but I think we
should know more ‘bout each other dontcha think?" Her arm felt so warm
against his and her perfume was driving him wild. He was walking with
one of the dream cheerleaders and she was at least somewhat interested.
He met her glance and almost walked into a cooler. She laughed, "Cat
got you by dee tongue Hal?" He tried levity, "I've got to word this
right or else you'll just think I want to jump on your bones." She
laughed again. It was a warm responsive laugh showing acceptance of
his thought. He went on, "I don't know what happened Vanessa. I see
you sitting near me and I can't get my eyes off you. It's like I've
just gotten out of jail and met mega woman." She smirked, "tsk, tsk,
tsk. Mega woman! I've never been called mega woman befo. I kinda
like that bro. How ‘bout I call you white trash?" He snickered and
then laughed, "Why not eh? White trash and mega woman, what a combo."
He was five foot eleven and boy was this lush piece long, lean and
leggy. She was almost as tall as he was perhaps two inches shorter but
her hair and those fucking sleazy heels made her look taller. He could
feel her hip sway against him as they walked. He didn't care where
they were going so he let her lead. He asked, "So where are you from
Mega woman? Where have you been all my life?" She looked into his eyes
again with a mischievous grin, "I saw ya at d game Friday night. I
seen you gawkin' at us at half time. I'm from Lexington Kin tuck." He
felt her simmering body heat and his arm went around her waste
without any possibility of being held back. She didn't shy away in
fact she put her arm around his waist in like manner. He said was
honest feeling, "It must be difficult for you to be so far from your
home and folks. I'm from upstate New York my self. I'm from a hole in
the wall known as Carthage. It's about fifteen miles outside of
Watertown." She leaned into him as they trudged oblivious of everyone
and everything else. She giggled, "I heard of Watertown. We call it
H2o town." They laughed and he replied, "Sounds like a chemistry joke.
You take that in high?" She definitely was getting to him. He could
feel part of her left tit rubbing so slightly against his side. Christ
she was such a mouth watering looking minx. He wanted to nail her on
the spot but he listened to her answer. "Well white trash I sho did I
done took college prep so I could come here just to meet you?" He
hugged her closer, "Well mega lady I'm glad you did. It's so hard
today to meet a friendly person." Then he stopped for a long moment
and looked right into her deep dark brown eyes, "Are you as lonely as
I am?" "You better believe it honey. I don't know what's happenin' to
us but it's sho powerful." They started walking on again. Her hand was
moving around now. She was feeling his hip and wandering around his
flank and even his belly a little. He was sure there was a signal there
somewhere. His cock was so hard he was having trouble walking normally.
Vanessa could feel her cunt practically boiling. It was definitely
dripping and she knew her panties were sopping wet. She was wondering
when he was going to say the magic words, pop the big question, go for
the home run ball and God did she want to ball him. She liked his
light brown hair and his clean-cut look. Those soft gray eyes sent
shocks right through her if he looked the right way. They were leaving
the area of the classroom buildings and finally he whispered in her ear
that sported an outrageously long thin earring. "Vanessa, how would you
like to get much better acquainted before we get better acquainted?"
She looked into those searching, hungry eyes and answered, "Are you
suggesting what I think ya are?" He nodded while smiling at her with a
nervous upward twitch of the lips. Then she whispered into his eager
ear, "Why don't we sneak up to your room and we can talk for awhile,
hmmmm?" She liked the way he'd asked and the fact that he'd asked. Her
pussy was aching now and her own hands were getting sweaty as they
approached his dorm. She hadn't felt quite this way before. It felt
like her pussy was burning inside. She knew there was only one way to
eleviate this need and the quicker the better.

Cheerleaders Free 1

The problem with being a freshman even in a small town college was you

didn't know the ropes yet.  Here he was, Henry (Hal) Rutledge living in 

a small town just like he always had.  He'd grown up in the tiny town 

of Carthage, upstate New York.  He'd gone to a small town high school, 

played on the small town high school football and baseball teams and 

even gotten laid by a few small town high school girls.    To be sure 

he occupied his own dorm room complete with single bed, dresser, books, 

closet and three-piece bath. The first few days of classes were a blur 

of registration and orientation.  He learned how to find the classrooms 

in the different buildings on campus.  He'd gotten his part time work 

schedule to help defray expenses.  Student loans were fine except they 

eventually had to be paid back and the less you had to borrow the 

better.  He'd gotten a decent grant for his academic achievements 

during his last two high school years.  Good old Carthage High. He kept 

his yearbook for sentimental reasons.  Even so soon one of his 

classmates Felix Turner had perished in a senseless car crash.  The 

stupid bastard got into a drag race on a fucking two-lane road 

competing for a ten-dollar bill.  The oak tree Felix ran into had other 

plans.  Oak trees and on coming trucks didn't care about ten dollar 

bills.  Christ what an utter fucking waste.  So the last time the class 

was together was the graduation ceremony.  They'd never be whole again. 

 He sighed and put on some soft sentimental rock on his radio. Hal 

decided to be stoic this first year.  Everyone told him the first year 

was the hardest.  His old man had said,  "Put your shoulder to the 

wheel and if you get good grades I'll start chipping in next year." 

That was dad for you.  He'd help once you'd proven yourself but that 

was okay as far as Hal was concerned.  John Rutledge the second wasn't 

a looser and he sure as hell wasn't going to permit his son to be one 

either. So Hal hadn't brought his television.  If there was a really 

important sports event he could always go to the student lounge. Of 

course Bedford college had a class d or was it class e? football team?  

They played other schools like Podunk U and Paluckaville junior and so 

on.  He'd already decided to always call the opposition the other 

school. There wasn't all that much to do by Friday night and as luck 

would have it that was the night of the first football game for that 

season.  Bedford was regaled in their green and gold uniforms while the 

cheerleaders jumped and twirled doing their teasing splits and hops and 

even revealing cartwheels.  At first he watched the game with its lack 

luster, no talent muddle in the middle of the field.  It was as if 

neither team had the ability to get beyond the other teams twenty-five 

yard line nor the place kicking was down right pathetic.  Every time 

Bedford College would get the ball or make a first down or pee in their 

collective pants the hot, skimpy clad nymphettes would jump and scream 

and twirl their batons and themselves as if they were prancing for a 

super bowl crowd. By the end of the first half Bedford had eked out a 

seven nothing lead on a fumble recovery at the opponent fifteen yard 

line.  Two passes later and an extra point kick that just barely got 

through the uprights Bedford had the lead.  The cheer sluts went wild.  

He watched as the mini skirted cock teasers leapt and twisted, cart 

wheeled and back flipped.  He saw a myriad of breasts practically 

bursting out of the Green and gold sweaters.  He got hard just looking 

at those sexy splits.  Christ what legs tits and lovely faces. As the 

second half dragged on he watched the cheerleaders with more intensity. 

 There was a really well endowed brunette who looked a lot like a porn 

star he'd seen in a dripping triple x flick.  The movie had been 

presented in the misnamed Fine Arts Theatre. The snazzy brunette's legs 

were shapely and he liked how she swayed her hips and through her head 

back with her mouth wide open as if she was ready to give some large 

cock serious head. Then there was the outstanding blonde with the 

little girl look.  She was wearing ponytails of pigtails or whatever 

the fuck they called them.  She had on light, pink lipstick and she 

probably was twenty but looked like a well developed 13 year old.  Her 

legs were slender and even from where he was sitting looked smooth as 

silk.  Both the brunette and this tramp looking blonde had hour glass 

figures.  The blonde seemed to be wiggling her ass just for him.  Hal 

ached to ram his dick deep into her two little holes that must be 

somewhere inside her revealing skirt. Then he saw THE BLACK! His hart 

almost stopped as he watched the smooth motions of this Amazonian 

beauty.  Her legs were graceful with powerful thighs.  He could only 

imagine her riding his cock and slamming down with power and animal 

lust.  The black bitch had tits the size of melons.  Christ a guy could 

get lost in there.  She must have had some white overseer blood 

somewhere in her background because she was a mild chocolate brown and 

her facial features were not Negroid.  Her thick sensuous lips looked 

like they were heaven made for sucking big dicks.  Her rich sable hair 

was long and lustrous.  He watched those three the rest of the game 

trying to imagine how they would respond and moan and fuck.  He had to 

get their names, find out what classes they took and what rooms they 

lived in.  This wasn't a coed type school at least to the extent of 

roommates. Boy what he wouldn't give for a large room, a king sized bed 

and those three witches servicing him day and night.  Why couldn't he 

have been born a millionaire?  Then he could have simply purchased 

access to their carnal delights. As luck would have it he ran into the 

black bombshell in history class the following Monday.  God what a fox! 

 He waited for the right moment and sat close to her to enjoy the view. 

 She had on high heels and her slender legs were nyloned in some dark 

pattern that should have been outlawed.  Her skirt barely came to her 

knees and she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, as it was still warm in 

early September.  He couldn't get his eyes off those legs and those big 

boobs that threatened to burst through the blouse and give everyone a 

great show.  As the professor droned on about the fucking pilgrims and 

the Mayflower and all the rest he gazed in wonder at the beautiful tar 

baby sitting literally inches away from him. For minutes he watched as 

she shifted her legs, crossing them one way and then the other.  Each 

time she did that her skirt moved up a little more revealing more and 

more of that tantalizing dark skin.